Lyrics
Go tell your mama
She's waiting for you
To keep you from harm
She'll put on your shoes
Choose one or the other
A path or your own
Gotta crawl up from the cradle
Pick up the phone
Dream, dream
I had a dream
People are dancing
Doing their thing
Easy like Sunday
The Reverend Al Green
We're all just hanging on a guitar string
You say you got troubles
Biting your back
Some have got names
And some you just cannot track
Oh, you get so tired
And you hear the sound
Of footsteps a-creeping
Gotta lay these things down
Dream, dream
I had a dream
People are dancing
Doing their thing
Easy like Sunday
The Reverend Al Green
We're all just hanging on a guitar string
I once had a problem
Big as a truck
I was running on empty
Shit out of luck
You came to save me
And took away the keys
You got me home
Down on my knees
Dream, dream
I had a dream
People are dancing
Doing their thing
Easy like Sunday
The Reverend Al Green
We're all just hanging on a guitar string
Dream, dream
I had a dream
People are dancing
Doing their thing
Easy like Sunday
The Reverend Al Green
We're all just hanging on a guitar string